Balls to the Wind: Lenny Everson

Such a summer day
Only God could make
On a trail
I happened to take

An Eden of sunlight
An Elysian field
Pan pipes calling
Who could not yield?

An old guy naked
Head to his toes
Clothes scattered on clover
Dancing he goes

Into this world
And out willy-nilly
So few chances for sunlight
On our genetilly!

I see London
I see France
is this world up for Lenny
Without his pants?

An old clover field
A few weeds there
An old guy with burs
In his pubic hair

Arcadian Valhalla
Utopian chance
Out in the sunlight
I did my dance


Lenny Everson

from the chapbook with Katherine L. Gordon
Into The Feral Foam


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Perfect Posting for this day.  Lenny is great to work with, saves me every year from winter oppression
with our sanity projects.  So glad you two are well,  this return of light has infused and scattered me.
Love and some of the light, from Katherine.
                     
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From: Chris Faiers
Sent: Sunday, March 31, 2013 3:42 PM
Subject: Re: worrying about you/Chase & I are fine - & he gets to run around nekkid

Hi Katherine,
All well here. Chase & I are fine. Spring fever of course, so I had to post Lenny's poem for tomorrow,
April Fool's Day!  Hope this is OK with Lenny? -  he sure sounds like a kindred spirit!!!!   ;  )
peace & poetry power!
Chris ... & Chase Wrfffffffffffffffffffff!